The sound of cold breezy air conditioned wind was the first thing you register as you were pulled out of your deep slumber
You can hear yourself taking a deep breath then exhaling it forcibly, almost like a sigh
With your eyes still closed, you can tell the sun's already shining through your bedroom window
Wondering to yourself when did you fell asleep last night, or was it this morning
Your eyes are still heavy, but you blink them open and welcome the sun's ray, although your vision is still cloudy
You made no effort to regain a clear vision, as you know it's useless, everything feels dreamy these days, at this point you've given up
Say, if in the middle of the day, you woke up again to a brand new day, you're no longer bothered by it.
You've gotten used to the phenomenon, nowadays it's like a routine of waking up, getting ready, going on with your day, and then waking up in the middle of the night just to realize that it was all a dream
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Surreal
Poetrywhen nothing feels real and you're slipping in and out of dreams, no longer able to differentiate reality and fantasy